While I was in Jamaica a few weeks ago, I took a little side trip on a boat to Bubukie Island where a group of us were treated to grilled lobster under the shade of a spectacular sea grape tree. I met a young man there who was one of the guides for a group from a different resort, and we started talking. His name was Shawn Smith. I was joking around with him at first, asking him if he knew where Keith Richards lived (he’d never heard of him) then dialing it back to ask where